Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.